CHAPTER FOURTEEN
STORM
My hand cracked against Rebel’s face. A sharp sting slashed through my palm, the force travelling up my arm. It was nothing compared to the searing pain of my ass. This psychopath carved his name into my ass cheek. Who the fuck does something like that?
His immediate response was to burst into maniacal laughter. I pulled my hand back, ready to take another swing at him. This time he caught it.
Rebel wrestled me down on the bed, pinning me with his hard body. “Settle down there, pet. Just marking my territory. Claiming ownership, if you will.”
“You’re seriously sick in the head,” I spat. “You do not own me, Rebel. You will never be any more to me than a sick, twisted freak that I had the misfortune of knowing.”
“Wrong. I’m the sick, twisted freak whose cock you just came all over. Don’t try to act all high and mighty now. I might be a freak, but you fucking love it. What does that say about you?” He easily held me in place while I struggled beneath him.
That didn’t stop me from trying to claw his eyes out. I managed to get a hand up and rake my nails across his face. Shame settled within me. I hadn’t asked for any of this, and yet, once his cock was inside me, I had desperately wanted every stroke.
Ignoring his accusation, I spoke between clenched teeth. “Get out of my room, Rebel. If you don’t, I’m going to scream.”
“Oh, please do,” he laughed. “I can’t wait to see the look on your family’s faces when they burst in here and find you naked beneath me, your pussy dripping with my cum. Is that really what you want?”
He had me there, and he knew it. I would never want anyone to see us like this. I just wanted him to go. Looking at his face only made me feel worse about myself. How could I have let him do this to me? Why did I love it so damn much?
“Just leave,” I said, tearing my gaze away from him. Unable to keep looking into those devilish blue eyes, I stared at the ceiling.
“Are you going to stop trying to dig my eyes out now?” When I didn’t answer, Rebel released me. He rolled off me, but instead of getting dressed and leaving, he flopped down on the bed and stretched out.
I stared at him with blatant disgust. “What do you think you’re doing?”
“Getting comfortable. What does it look like?” Rebel folded his hands beneath his head. “You have a pretty nice bed. I could get used to this.”
“Don’t. You will definitely not be getting used to this.” Feeling suddenly self-conscious, I grabbed at the blanket, drawing it over me as much as possible with him laying on top of it.
He surprised me by getting under the blanket with me. Then he took it a step further and pulled me against him, spooning me from behind. My entire body went stiff. This may have been the most twisted and unexpected move he’d made so far.
“Why did you block me?” he asked, his voice a low murmur near my ear.
“Because you’re a nut job who’s been stalking my socials. What kind of a question is that? Also, what exactly do you think you’re doing? I don’t want to cuddle with you.” To emphasize my claim, I made as if to get away.
He held me tighter, pressing so close, nothing would have fit between us. “Too bad. This feels nice. Give it a chance. And I don’t need to stalk you online. I live next door. You’re never getting away from me, Storm.”
A cold chill slithered down my spine, despite the heat of his body against me. “Why? You don’t even seem to really like me. You’re a complete asshole more often than not. I know this is nothing but a game to you, so where does it end?”
There was a moment of silence before Rebel answered. That moment seemed to drag on, feeding my uncertainty and fear. For all I knew, he planned to take what he wanted from me before choking the life out of me and leaving me in a ditch somewhere. An obsession like his couldn’t end well.
“I don’t know,” he said, his finger lazily stroking along my upper thigh. “I guess we’ll find out together.”
I stared at the wall, painfully aware of every sensation. It was one thing for him to fuck me like a rabid animal. The cuddling was really throwing me off. It felt like a trick. Like any moment Rebel would do something extremely fucked up.
“You need to relax, pet. It’s late. You should get some sleep. We have class in the morning.”
Nothing about that made me feel any better. Having him next door made it hard enough to sleep in peace, let alone with him in the bed beside me.
“Yeah, you really are crazy. You expect me to fall asleep with you here? I don’t trust you, Rebel. You need to go home.” Again, I tried to pull away from him, and again he pressed me firmly against his chest.
Pressing his lips to the back of my neck, he bit down hard enough to force a squeak from me. “Would you cut it out already? I have an early morning. Turn off that light, would you?”
When I made no move to turn off the small lamp on my side table, Rebel leaned over and turned it off himself. We were plunged into darkness. I lay there blinking in the dark, asking myself how the hell I’d gotten myself into this situation. Try as I might to convince myself otherwise, Rebel felt good against me. Warm and firm, his embrace welcoming and strong.
However, I wasn’t fool enough to let myself believe that anything about Rebel Kane was safe. Sleeping in his arms would mean that I trusted him, and I could never trust someone like him.
He didn’t seem to have the same problem. In no time he was snoring softly, his chest rising and falling against me with deep breaths. I listened to him sleep for a long time while asking myself what the hell I should do. Maybe getting away from him while he was unconscious would be easier.
No such luck. I barely moved and his arms tightened to pull me back against him. Goddamn this man. What would it take to escape him?
Eventually, the need to sleep overcame my need to get away from Rebel. It would only be a few hours before my alarm went off and I had to get up. Since he seemed to be out for the night, it should be safe enough for me to doze off. At least, I hoped so.
I slipped into a sleepy haze, almost forgetting about the maniac in my bed. There was a dull ache in my ass where he’d cut me. I would have to put something on that in the morning. I could only imagine how difficult it would be to sit in class.
Slumber gradually pulled me deep under, away from the real world for a while. Although it didn’t last nearly long enough. As I resurfaced, climbing my way up through the layers of sleep, I became aware of the throb in my clit. The tingles spreading through me. The hard cock pushing inside me.
Rebel’s hand gripped my hip as he guided himself inside me from behind. Filling my pussy with his morning wood. I let out a little whimper, wondering if I was still dreaming.
“I fucking love the way you take my cock,” Rebel said in a hushed tone. “It’s like my own personal paradise. You’re fucking amazing, pet.”
My eyes popped open. Sleep quickly fled as I came awake with a start. My body jerked slightly with every thrust of his cock inside me. Pleasure built steadily, my clit sensitive and begging for some love. As if he sensed it, Rebel teased it with a finger, coaxing a moan from me.
“That’s right, Storm. You want to come for me, don’t you? Fuck, I could start every day with you like this.” Rebel’s moans only heightened every sensation racking my body. Hearing how much he enjoyed me made it that much more satisfying.
I gripped his arm, my fingertips digging into his flesh. My hips jerked as I rocked back against his cock, needing him as deep as possible. He expertly manipulated my clit, bringing me over the edge with ease.
Using my pillow to muffle my moans, I came with an intensity that left me shaking. Although I wished that I hated it, this was a pretty nice way to start the day. A moment later, Rebel came, filling me with his cum again. Birth control was a wonderful invention that I found myself extremely grateful for.
Seconds later, the alarm on my phone went off. I scrambled to silence it as it broke through the calm.
“I guess that means we need to get up and act like dutiful students,” Rebel said with a yawn, stretching out beside me. “Mine is going to go off in about five minutes anyway. I should probably get home and hit the shower. I’m sure you want to do the same.”
He rolled out of my bed, the morning light streaming through the window, bathing his tattooed body in a soft glow. I couldn’t help but admire him like a work of psychotic art.
“Yeah, I have a big day ahead.” Holding the blankets up to cover my nakedness, I sat up in bed, swinging my legs over the side.
I didn’t know what to expect from Rebel in the light of day after everything we’d done. I sure didn’t expect him to pat me on the head like a dog before tugging on his jeans.
“Thanks for a good night, pet. Try not to miss me too much.” With a jerky smirk on his face, Rebel let himself out on the balcony and quickly disappeared over the side.
I sat there stunned for a minute. A surge of anger gripped me, and I threw the blankets off, stomping into the bathroom. I stood beneath the hot shower spray, doing my best to scrub every remnant of Rebel away. Easier said than done. A good look at the carving on my ass only reignited my rage.
He’d marked me in so many ways. The bruises on my neck would fade, but the scar on my ass would remain. While getting ready, I shook with fury that continued to grow with every passing moment.
When makeup failed to completely cover the bruises on my neck from his voracious bites, I did my best to arrange my hair to hide it. They were purple and painful. One of many reminders that Rebel Kane believed he could have anything he wanted. Even me.
Meeting my own gaze in the mirror proved difficult. I had let him have me. I should have fought or screamed. In the moment, I had wanted him to claim me.
Anger and confusion plagued me as I readied myself for the day ahead. Unable to face my family, I hurried down the stairs and out the front door. I would grab something to eat on the way to campus.
There was no sign of Rebel outside other than his vandalized car that he’d parked so I would see what I had done. It wasn’t nearly enough. Not even close.